Happy Anniversary to my lovely soon-to-be-wife. I love you so much. You’re my favorite, my everything, my love. I’m lucky to have you, and I’m glad I get to be with you.

It feels like I’m criss-crossing the map these days. The travel is never ending. It’s eternal, it seems. I can’t avoid a minimum of an hour travel, and in most cases it seems like two and a half to four and a half are my ranges. It’s kind of annoying, if I’m being honest. It throws a wrench in my ability to exist in my life comfortably, because everything just stops due to my not being present in my own life.

I got barely three sentences into this post before I started to really loathe it. I didn’t just hate it, I wanted to take a flamethrower to those three sentences and turn them to ash. I wanted to remove the words involved from the dictionary. I wanted to expunge those three sentences from the entirety of human consciousness.

I’m simply not that powerful, and I suppose I’m being hyperbolic again. But it’s a good point. Take the point, at least. I began rewriting this post because the direction it originally began to head was so outside the tracks that it was basically Thomas the Train off-roading.

Man, it seems like Friends can play for fucking ever. Was it really renewed for like sixty seasons? Because it feels like it, jesus. I mean, it’s not the worst show in the world, but I don’t get how people can seemingly watch it perpetually. All of the story arcs are pretty straightforward and once you’ve gone through it like twice it’s about as fresh as stale bread.

I can’t believe you can buy two ounces of reasonable weed for $90 these days. When I was a kid, a goddamn ounce was expensive as shit. I need to watch some reviews of the Magic Flight Launch Box. It’s really fuckin cheap, and it’s been around forever. Not only that, but it seems incredibly simple, and the simpler a device is the longer it typically lasts. Especially if you’re able to modify it yourself. Something as simple as the Magic Flight Launch Box is probably highly modifiable. I really should watch some review videos to see if it’s worthwhile. One thing I can say for sure is that the Pax 3 is a piece of crap. It was never good, and right now it literally doesn’t produce vapor despite being fully charged. It makes me sad. It wasn’t cheap. My OG Jams is a far superior device and it’s cheaper than the Pax 3. I don’t know why, but it seems like I’m always on the lookout for a new vape. I really do enjoy the ritual of it.

I really can’t stand the state of Indiana. I just hate everything about it. I hate the people. I hate the laws. I hate the things hoosiers love. I hate the fact that Indiana has a personal vendetta against people who enjoy cold beer or literally any other alcohol. Hell, weed is still very much illegal in Indiana, and I’m sure a lot of the reason for this stems from the fact that Indiana’s miserable ass is still churning and burning fentanyl deaths like it’s going out of style. It’s not an epidemic out there, it’s a fucking way of life. I guess I can understand it, though. I’d probably kill myself with fentanyl if I were permanently physically trapped in such a miserably shitty state.

Bank of America is apparently experiencing issues and people are reporting thousands of dollars missing from their accounts, while customer service lines are inundated with calls and are totally unreachable. I’m sure there are theories out there ranging from this being a natural result of the Gamestop shorts to potentially being hacked by Russia or China. Right now we have very little data to go on other than “Bank of America done messed up real bad”. Now, I’m not one to advocate for a run on banks, especially considering that advocating such things may be highly illegal. But what I can tell you is that there is no good reason to leave your money with this clearly inept company. If you believe their security will improve as a result of this event, you’re a fucking moron. Period. Statistically, having opened this can of worms already means Bank of America will do this again. It’s 100% guaranteed to happen again to everyone who remains a customer. Get out. Get the fuck out. Run as fast as you can, this level of incompetence is not something you want to be involved in, let alone when your livelihood is at stake.

It’s amusing to me, the folly of man. His machinations manifest his nightmares. Everything is corruptible. Everything is wrong.

Introduction

I feel like this blog post is a little important, given how much incorrect information is currently being carried by even “trusted” sources like Leafly. I’ve seen Leafly perpetuate information such as “It’s three to five times more potent than Delta-9 THC” or “Your tolerance for THC-O is not impacted by your tolerance for Delta-9”. Neither of these statements are true, however. But they’re happily spread across the internet in even “respected” weed journalism outlets. That said, I’ve had a few months to interact with this new cannabinoid, and I figured I’d outline some of my own personal discoveries regarding this clearly misunderstood chemical.